112 oh come, all ye faithful
My friend Miranda was dating Thomas Anderson, an up-and-coming
New York playwright.
Oh, God!
That was wonderful.
Things were great, except for one thing.
I'll be right back.
immediately after sex, he'd hop out of bed and shower.
Be right back.
Night after night, it was the same.
I'll be right...
yeah.
She decided to confront him as soon as he dried off.
So what's with the showers?
What do you mean?
You always shower after we're done. I'm starting to feel like it's me.
Oh, no, it's not you. It's just...
What?
just a habit I have.
Growing up, the nuns said sex was a sin, so I got into the habit of taking a shower after it.
Oh, the nuns.
Miranda suddenly realized she was dating ''Catholic guy''.
So you think the water serves as a retro baptism kind of thing?
If I'd known he was Catholic,I wouldn't have gone out with him.
They should wear a sign.
Single people in New York rarely ask about their dates' religious back-ground.
For the same reason, they don't ask the number of former partners Too scary.
He's a rational, logical guy, in every respect but this.
Clean, you forgot clean.
He's a clean guy.
Leave it to me to find the only reli-gious guy still left in Manhattan.
New York is filled with places to wor-ship, but it recently dawned on me the only time I ever heard of anyone going into one was for a singles mixer.
Are relationships the religion of the '90s?
Raised in the church of ''be nice and don't talk with your mouth full'', I de-cided to check out more traditional re-ligious types in their natural habitat.
As I watched people leaving church, I was amazed at how they looked.
Valentino, Escada, Oscar de la Renta.
What is it about God and fashion that go so well together?
And suddenly, there he was wearing Armani on Sunday...
Mr. Big.
It was a shock.
Until that moment I thought he only believed in the Yankees.
Hello There churchgoer.
Hey...
What are you doing here?
Research.
I'm doing a column on closet Presbyte-rians. You know any?
Actually I'm an atheist, but don't tell the minister.
Who's the mystery woman?
My mother.
I take her to church Every Sunday.
Really?
I'm so loving that.
How come you never told me?
Well, you write every Sunday, so...
So every Sunday... Church.
Right.
I've got 20 minutes before my game.
Why don't we have a coffee?
I can't. I'm on deadline and this cap-puccino just kicked in, so... So?
bye.
God bless.
It was one of those awkward relation-ship moments where you feel like you know nothing about the person you thought you knew everything about.
He goes to church with his mother?
That can't be good.
Don't listen. A man who cares for his
mother makes a wonderful husband.
I think it's sweet.
All religions are sweet until you get to that shower after sex phase.
Oh, My God, is he Still doing that?
It's amazing he has any skin left.
Have you tried showering with him?
No. He might pull out garlic and a cross.
Which church does his mother go to?
Park Avenue Presbyterian.
The best church On The East Side.
Are you rating churches?
Is there a guide for that?
Four stars, great bread, disappointing wine selection.
I'm dying to meet his mother.
Can you imagine?
Getting on with his mother is like clos-ing the deal.
I'm sorry I'm late.
Well, it's about time.
I just had a five-hour lunch with James.
Five hour lunches, I remember those.
Ladies, I have an announcement.
Please don't laugh.
What?
I'm in love.
What?
Samantha uttering those words to us was an event as unfathomable as Moses parting the Red Sea.
It all started a couple of weeks ago on a Wednesday night.
Samantha decided to treat herself to a night of great music.
I couldn't help but notice how you move to the music. It's beautiful.
Well, I love jazz.
That's pretty clear.
are you a musician?
yeah.
Trapped in The body Of a lawyer.
Well, we won't tell anyone.
May I join you?
sure.
After they closed the jazz joint, they walked and talked for blocks.
You have to at least try one of the glazed.
It's a little bit of heaven.
Heaven.
And I never thought I'd get there.
Why not?
An angel like you?
And then Samantha did something rather shocking for a first date.
She didn't ask him home.
Thanks, James.
I had a wonderful time.
Can I see you again?
I'd love that.
With that one touch, Samantha, who was never a believer in relationships, suddenly became a convert.
I'd totally given up on the idea that you could actually talk to men.
Don't spread that around.
Before James, all my conversations consisted of two sentences.
''Give it to me.'' And, ''Go home''.
and I owe it All to Charlotte.
Me?
What did I do?
That bullshit you spout about not sleeping with men right away actually paid off.
If I'd fucked James already, who knows where we'd be.
Wait. You haven't had sex yet?
Soon.
You know, I think he's someone I could actually marry.
Samantha, that's great.
The idea of Samantha getting married before she did shook Charlotte's be-liefs to the core.
She took drastic action.
She went to see Noanie Stine, psychic to the stars, who lived in a brownstone between Central Park West and Columbus.
Is this you and Madonna?
we Go to The same cabala class.
Now...
Pick three cards, face down, with your left hand.
Charlotte had heard about Noanie through a sorority sister whose mar-riage she had very accurately predict-ed.
OK, is there one question in particu-lar?
Well, no, just...
There is. When will I get married?
Ace of wands, prosperity.
Nine of cups, strength and indepen-dence.
The hanged man, a new awakening.
You're a strong, independent woman
with great success in your future, but I don't see marriage.
Excuse me? I don't see it.
What?
I don't see marriage.
How can you just say that like that?
I mean, what about my feelings?
Honey, I'm a psychic, I'm not a shrink.
So, who is this fabulous mother, and when do I get to go to church with you two?
you want to Go to church?
You say it like I'm the antichrist.
No, it's just I never thought of you as the church type.
Really? What type am I?
The beautiful and intelligent type.
What religion are you?
No particular religion. I'm open to all.
Kind Of like a seven Eleven?
Come on!
I want to go to church with you and your mommy.
how about this Sunday?
Well...
It's just a private little thing my mother
and I do, just the two of us.
Wanna go to the Caribbean next week?
Sure, I'll go pack my jet ski.
No, I'm serious.
We could use a vacation. Come on.
The sun, the sand, and you waiting on me.
Can you get away?
Yeah, but I can't afford it.
I'll tell you what. I'll buy the tickets.
When we arrive you can buy me one big margarita.
Wait. I want to Hold you.
I'll be right back.
Stay here a second.
isn't this nice? Us, together?
yeah. I'm just gonna go shower and then I'm all yours.
There's nothing sinful about sex.
Really? Well, thanks for clearing that up.
What is that, The Gospel According To Miranda?
You're gonna say that God made the body and sex is an expression of that body, So how can anything made by that God-made body be considered sin?
Well, yeah.
It's a miracle, I'm healed! You're free to go work with the lepers now.
I guess this means I'm not going to hell. Great news!
Thank you, Miranda, for saving my immortal soul.
in her effort to help, Miranda had acci-dentally detonated some kind of Catholic guilt bomb.
I'm gonna go take a shower.
When I come out, I'd like it if you weren't here.
You got it.
Six months later, that same speech would find its way into Thomas An-derson's hit off-Broadway play, Show-er Of Shame.
Meanwhile downtown, Samantha was preparing to see God.
I know it's only been a couple of weeks, But I love you, Samantha.
I love you, too.
I can't wait any longer.
Just unzip and get over here.
OK, I'm ready. Put it in.
It is in. Samantha said a little prayer that he was kidding.
He wasn't.
Sunday morning. A time for rest, for relaxation... a time for spying.
The plan was simple.
Just get a look at the mother, then we'd go for eggs.
Look how crowded it is. What a sham.
Will you lighten up?
It's Presbyterian, not Catholic.
Whatever. Catholics, Episcopalians,
Buddhists, Shakers, Quakers.
All the same, all designed to fuck up our sex lives.
Here, pray.
There they are.
Where?
Right there.
As I watched Mr. Big standing quietly next to his mother, tall, proud, re-spectful, I think I fell a little bit more
in love with him.
Let us pray.
we come together...
We're out of here.
Here they come.
Let's make a break for it.
They saw me, I have to say hello.
I can't just pray and run.
There they are. OK go, I'm fine.
Aren't you the young lady who made all that noise?
Slippery gloves. morning.
good morning.
It's a lovely church.
Yes, isn't it?
Don't you think it's lovely?
mother, this is My friend, Carrie.
I searched her face for the light of recognition.
But there was nothing.
Carrie Carrie.
I'll just say good-bye to the pastor.
It was lovely meeting you.
'My friend, Carrie''?
you show up after I asked you Not to.
Are you trying to test me?
Why the interest in meeting my moth-er?
Has she ever even heard of me?
My mother doesn't need to meet an-other girlfriend.
I didn't mean...
I mean, I'll introduce you as my girl-friend when I'm sure.
I have to Do things On My time frame.
time frame?
We've been going out for months.
I really don't know what else to say to you.
We'll get there.
You just need a little faith.
Faith? yeah.
in a couple of days we're going away.
We'll have time to talk.
Now I've got to get my mother home, OK?
Well, go. Just go.
Move over.
I didn't leave. You didn't seem fine.
He introduced me to his mother as a friend.
She'd never heard of me.
That isn't a good sign.
Maybe they're not that close.
Don't lie. You're in a church.
I can't get inside.
I don't know what else I can do.
Later that night in the church of disco,
Stanford invited everyone he knew to
a party to introduce a new fragrance -
Fallen Angel. Hi, Carrie.
Also, he wanted to show off his new boyfriend, Allanne.
Isn't this fun?
It's like hell with a cover charge.
Carrie, this is Allanne.
Hi, Nice to meet you finally.
you, too.
Did I tell you that Allanne designed the Fallen Angel bottle?
Yes, congratulations!
Thank you.
Excuse me for a second. I just saw someone I want to say hello to.
You know what we did today?
We shopped for deco cabinet handles
for his armoire.
I've turned into one of those couples we hate, and I love it!
Stanford and Allanne worshiped the same god...
Style. So you all excited for the big va-cation?
I don't know.
I can't help feeling like it's some sort of consolation prize for Not letting me in his life.
What is going On with you two?
We're not in the greatest place.
What happened?
He wouldn't introduce me to his moth-er. Ouch. Thanks.
Skipper, hi.
It seems Stanford had invited every-one in his Rolodex.
I was hoping I'd see you here.
I've been thinking about you since we broke up.
You have?
Totally. you Look great.
Thanks. So do you.
Miranda looked at Skipper.
The months apart had shed new light on him.
Actually they'd shed new light on his shower-free feelings about sex.
Later we tracked Samantha
to the ladies' room to get the low-down
on her love life with James.
We've been looking for you
everywhere.
So, how is everything?
She means have you and James done it yet?
And? It's nice.
I'm so happy for you.
Sweetie, What is it?
Nothing.
Charlotte left us all behind telling us she had another party to go to.
She took a cab to a part of town never mentioned in the New Yorker.
Will I ever get married?
I call the power of all the saints.
Saint Lazarus, Saint Rosa.
Send me your guidance.
Send me the truth.
Send me an answer.
No yolk.
What does that mean?
You'll never be married.
You are cursed.
But do not worry.
The entire way home Charlotte berat-ed herself for being foolish.
She simply refused to give into the idea that she would never get married.
All she had to do was keep believing and it would happen.
Miranda couldn't believe what she was about to say.
you want to spend The night?
The night? The whole night?
Yeah, the whole night.
I knew we'd get back together.
You did?
Every night I'd light a candle and say a little prayer.
You're a freak.
Samantha tried desperately to believe that love was stronger than sex.
Why are you crying?
I'm just so happy.
I stayed up all night questioning my faith in faith.
I mean, hadn't I had faith in us all a-long?
Faith that all the withholding would stop...
Faith that he'd say, ''I love you.''
Let's go!
Hurry. We're gonna miss the plane.
Wait. Put them down a second.
Just put them down.
OK. What?
I need a sign.
I mean, you told me to have faith, but see, I'm kind of losing mine, so... I need a sign.
Like in those old religious movies?
You want a voice from above?
Just tell me I'm the one.
You don't have to tell your mother or the whole world, just... Just tell me.
I can't do this.
Carrie...
Carrie, just get in the car, please.
I can't.
I love you, but I can't.
So that's it?
After he left I cried for a week.
And then I realized I do have faith...
Faith in myself.
Faith that I would one day meet some-one who would be sure that I was the one.